I lost my lfe in my second life

A post life where I was free

The sun rose every day anew

A bright etchasketch moment witnessed by the milkman

Two pints. On the doorstep. She’d asked for more.

Just like the day before

I thought I’d seen that couple

Before in a distant land

The old ship lay …

This is a collective poem from the Literary Potlatch, written by the participants on the day, with each of them only able to see the previous line.  At present, the image accompanying it is a stock photo but we would really love someone to respond to the poem visually, as only an original image can possibly do it justice. Full credit will of course be given. Please email rochesterlitfest@gmail.com if you’re interested in creating something special we can share. Thank you.